"What happened? Why were you shooting?"
Di Fei pointed at the villagers: "They said the vines suck blood, and no one inside escaped."
Guo Qi and Yang Chengang frowned.
The scene of Zuo Ling's family being chased by rats on the day they arrived is still unforgettable.
The rats were about the size of rabbits, which was clearly abnormal. If they had other options, they wouldn't have allowed the villagers to enter the island.
The villagers who escaped kept repeating the same few things: the vines were sucking their blood, the people were drained of their life force, they were terrified, and they didn't care about anything else, they fled in panic...
Given the unclear situation, it would be dangerous to rush in.
Guo Qi promised to give three times the contribution points and organized a team of 50 people, armed with machetes and torches, to go inside.
He warned the villagers as he walked:
"Keep an eye on things, don't let the woods catch fire. If it does, nobody will be able to get out."
I was terrified the whole way; what should have been a 30-minute walk took me an hour and a half.
Upon arriving at the scene of the accident, gasps of breath were heard.
"Oh my god!"
There were about twenty people working, some standing, some sitting, some lying down, some standing...
They were in various poses, withered and emaciated, their life essence drained away, their eerily white skin hanging wrinkled and tattered on their torsos, their faces showing fear, despair, weeping, or struggle...
The group looked as if they had entered a museum of mummies.
In stark contrast to the mummified corpse are the plump, round breadfruits hanging from its head, looking incredibly tempting.
The wind rises, rustling softly.
With a clattering sound, a breadfruit that had landed next to the mummified corpse rolled to Guo Qi's feet. A drop of dried blood stained the breadfruit, making Guo Qi's eyes narrow.
Di Fei was the first to notice something was wrong: "Where are the vines? Why don't they have any vines on them?"
Chen Hao chimed in, "Yes, isn't it said that vines suck blood?"
He grabbed a villager who had escaped but refused to come back in, and asked:
"Where are the vines? Didn't you say they were sucked to death by blood?"
The villagers trembled, their fear still lingering:
"Yes, it's a vine. It's alive, alive, no... I don't know where it went."
"What's wrong? What happened?"
Ning Qiang squeezed through the crowd and immediately spotted the mummified corpse. He gasped, his eyes darting around. Had he run into a vampire?
My hair stood on end, and the cold wind blew straight down my neck.
Turning his gaze to the breadfruit on the tree, he instantly forgot everything else, grinning widely and saying:
"Ning Da Ge, hurry up and pick all the fruit for me."
After eating rat meat and wild vegetables for several days, the pampered Second Young Master Ning was almost sick of it.
When the shot was fired, Ning Qiang was catching crabs with a group of Ning family members by the stream.
Hearing that something had happened, I rushed over to see what was going on, but unexpectedly, I was pleasantly surprised.
Guo Qiyi and his group were so angry that they cursed under their breath. "Are you blind? Can't you see that the person is dead? How could you do that?"
But no one dared to show their emotions on their faces; the Ning family was not someone they could afford to offend.
The situation was strange. Ning Dage wasn't stupid. He stood far away and let Ning Xiaoqi keep watch for him. The other members of the Ning family held up their clothes and waited to receive the fruit, while he swung out vines to pick breadfruit.
Upon seeing the vines, the villagers who had escaped with their lives were so frightened that they took a few steps back, fell to the ground, and the smell of urine spread out.
Ning Qiang fanned his nose, glared at the villager with disgust, and shouted:
"Take them all off for me, don't miss a single one."
That damned Guo Qi, that blind fool! He asked me for rice, flour, and cooking oil, but I had to use my contribution points to get them.
Hmph, if it were me in the old days, I would have already snatched it.
Now that Zuo Ling and the others can take things out for free, it would seem incredibly ungentlemanly for him to try and snatch them.
Haha, even without contributing points, you can still eat breadfruit.
He glanced smugly at Guo Qi, thinking, "There's always a way out! There's always a way out!"
Guo Qi and a group of villagers looked around warily, ready to be attacked at the slightest sign of trouble, which made Ning Qiang's eyes twitch.
After all that effort, the Ning family had picked all the fruit from the tree, but they still hadn't found a single bloodsucking vine.
Ning Qiang pointed to the breadfruits scattered around the mummified corpse, "Don't leave those on the ground."
The Ning family members frowned, picking up food from the area next to the corpse. Their precious second young master was truly a fallen phoenix, worse than a chicken.
He grumbled inwardly, but dared not disobey the order, and obediently picked up the fruit one by one.
There are more than 40 breadfruit trees in total, with 50 fruits on each tree, totaling more than 2,000 fruits, which is a huge pile.
Patting Guo Qi on the shoulder, he said, "Old Guo, how about I trade you some fruit for a few sets of clothes and toiletries?"
Ning Qiang was wearing the same clothes he wore the day he came out, and the salt stains on his body weighed almost half a pound.
So many people died while picking breadfruit. Guo Qi felt uneasy. Who knows if the fruit was poisonous?
His disdain was so obvious that Ning Qiang scoffed:
"What's wrong? You don't dare to eat it? Ha, what place hasn't had people die here? You're so particular, you would have starved to death long ago."
As he spoke, he broke one open and put it in his mouth raw, chewing it with gusto, the juices flowing freely.
Guo Qi's teeth ached at the sight: "Half, four sets of clothes, one set of toiletries."
Spitting out the crumbs in his mouth, Ning Qiang was very dissatisfied:
"There are eight of us, and you only give me four sets of clothes. How are we supposed to divide them?"
"How about two-thirds, five outfits, and two sets of toiletries?"
"..."
They went back and forth, engaging in a long verbal battle.
Finally, 1200 fruits were exchanged for 6 sets of clothes and 2 sets of toiletries.
If this happened before the end times, with just over 20 people dead, people would surely grieve for a few days.
Now? The corpse is still warm, and you're already talking business on the side.
Those who were talking about it didn't think it was excessive, and bystanders were used to it.
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